Let’s not talk about New Year’s resolutions anymore. While it’s a nice concept, these ideas we come up with for ourselves are often not sustainable. If I’m being honest, I feel the same way when someone tells me they’re going on a strict diet. Not to be Judgmental Judy, but wouldn’t it be better to make small and manageable changes on a daily basis that you can eventually make into a way of life? Jussayin’. If you’ve been following my… [Continue Reading]

For better or worse, this is the time of year when we begin to evaluate our lives. I noticed in my Facebook memories that I posted a lot of “Bye, Felicia” type jokes about 2016. The thing is, I feel way worse about 2017. Pfffft. I’m feeling very scorched earth if I’m being honest. The last two years have been filled with divorce, shitty ass friends who chose to look the other way when I was going through something awful,… [Continue Reading]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that shit. I kid, I kid, as I’m a Christmas junkie. I love the music, the smells, and the rationalization that wine is to be drunk every night in December to the point of Santa-level jolliness. But … now you knew a “but” was coming … there are things I wish I could say “no” to. Whether it’s mom guilt, a sense of obligation, or being a straight-up pushover, I… [Continue Reading]

Let’s not talk about New Year’s resolutions anymore. While it’s a nice concept, these ideas we come up with for ourselves are often not sustainable. If I’m being honest, I feel the same way when someone tells me they’re going on a strict diet. Not to be Judgmental Judy, but wouldn’t it be better to make small and manageable changes on a daily basis that you can eventually make into a way of life? Jussayin’. If you’ve been following my {Read More}

For better or worse, this is the time of year when we begin to evaluate our lives. I noticed in my Facebook memories that I posted a lot of “Bye, Felicia” type jokes about 2016. The thing is, I feel way worse about 2017. Pfffft. I’m feeling very scorched earth if I’m being honest. The last two years have been filled with divorce, shitty ass friends who chose to look the other way when I was going through something awful, {Read More}

It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that shit. I kid, I kid, as I’m a Christmas junkie. I love the music, the smells, and the rationalization that wine is to be drunk every night in December to the point of Santa-level jolliness. But … now you knew a “but” was coming … there are things I wish I could say “no” to. Whether it’s mom guilt, a sense of obligation, or being a straight-up pushover, I {Read More}

This year has been utter shit for me. Not only have I gone through an ugly divorce, but I also lost nearly all my friends in the process. If I could tell you what happened to me at the end of our marriage that sent many people scrambling, your jaw would hit the ground. But I’ve learned that people don’t react the way you expect them to—not by a long shot. At the same time, I’ve found an inner strength {Read More}

I f*cking love Halloween. I really do. In years past, I’ve honestly had my costume planned before my two boys. I’ve always loved it, ever since college. I’ve been Edward Scissorhands, the Unabomber (admittedly in poor taste), Flo from Progressive, David Bowie, a cowboy junkie (play on words with needles in my arms – what!?), and many, many more. To me, there’s nothing better than that moment when you think of a costume that is going to make someone laugh {Read More}

“I’m a comedy writer,” I tell myself daily. I love comedy. I love to laugh. My boys and I laugh until we cry many days. But the harsh truth of the matter is that it’s often masking the inner turmoil inside – depression has been my faithful companion for years and anxiety is simply a piece of me at this point – another appendage. Most comics struggle with addictions and depression so it’s not that surprising, but I wish I {Read More}

I love my family with a passion. I know that sounds creepy but I’m not sure how else to convey it. They drive me nuts and make me happy and cause me anxiety and give me hope and all the things families do. I always wanted a big family but I love my little family (of origin and my current fam) fiercely. My parents have done everything with my brother and I in mind. I’m confident there’s not a decision {Read More}

Yesterday was my 10-year-anniversary. Or would-be-versary, I guess, as we are separated. We aren’t officially divorced yet which I think made it sting a little bit more. We have been dragging our feet, mainly due to the fact that both of us are horrible with paperwork and we are scared of what lies ahead. I opened the day with a joke on my blog’s Facebook page about how at that very minute – 10 years prior – a river of {Read More}

Do you suffer from high expectations for Mother’s Day, only to be disappointed year in and year out? Do you think you’ll get breakfast in bed, macaroni art, and a trip to Paris? Le sigh. I get it. I, too, suffer from Post Mother’s Day Blues Syndrome (PMDBS). Symptoms include: ridiculous standards but fuck you because I deserve this, phenomenal letdown that can only be equated to the time when your hair stylist most definitely made you look like fat {Read More}

I took my first foray into online dating the other day. I seriously nearly shat myself just downloading the app. It just feels so creepy but I felt like it was time. I’m not sure why I gave myself some sort of time ultimatum but apparently I had. “This is just wrong,” I thought. “Judging people on a few words and five photos. How shallow.” Before five minutes passed, I was swiping left and judging with wild abandon. “Is that {Read More}

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